In London on Thursday last week with a colleague for a course (of which little need be said) and the evening to ourselves, we went off in search of dinner. The course was at Birkbeck College in Bloomsbury and we had been billeted in a nearby Holiday Inn (expensive, careworn and mechanised hospitality) and fancied exploring to find something different. Wandered around and found ourselves in Covent Garden and saw a restaurant beneath the Africa Centre (where I have previously found lovely little gifts for kids and friends). This sounded like fun so down we went. A good meal in a fairly quiet restaurant, although we were there fairly early, and one to remember for future visits.
London, even in December, was heaving with grockles and the variety of different languages and accents spoken in the streets was nearly matched by those spoken in all of the supporting tasks such as street cleaners, waiters, hot dog salesmen and pickpockets. Very entertaining to walk around and just enjoy the buzz for a change.
Back past the British Museum and a pint of good Dorset ale in the Museum Tavern before back to the hotel for a much-needed night’s sleep.